Yes, he's the landlord, of course he does

Moments before Jason could push the door open, Amy grabbed the chain, and fitted it in the lock. As a result, Jason could only crack the door a few inches. Amy hid behind the door, peeking around.

"What is going on, Amy?"

"Um, nothing. Sorry to bother you!"

Jason said, "Listen, this is so not like you. I'm very worried. If I can't come in, can you come out and talk to me?"

"Nope! Have a nice day!"

Jason sighed. "Amy, at some point, I have to resort to the fact that this is my house and I need to take responsibility." He rustled around in a box -- he had brought a toolkit with him, as he usually did to apartment calls. Next thing Amy knew, Jason had a bolt cutter, and easily snipped through the chain lock.

Amy ran to her bedroom in fear. "No, don't come in!"

Jason pushed the door open just as Amy managed to close her bedroom door behind her. He walked past the bathroom, and saw the glass everywhere. "Oh hell, Amy, this is horrible! No wonder you're so scared! Look, it's not your fault, don't worry about it. I'll fix it."

Amy called out from the bedroom. "It's not that, Jason! It's ... um ... I ... " She couldn't get the words out.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I'm naked!" she cried. She felt some relief saying it out loud, but then she looked at herself and thought, Oh god, I'm naked! Now what?!

"Okay, so ... get dressed?"

"I can't -- I don't have any clothes. Everything is in the laundry downstairs."

"You have nothing?" Jason was kind of startled.

"No!"

"What did you wear when you got home?"

"The gym clothes on the floor -- but now they're full of broken glass, and I don't feel safe putting them on!"

"And what were you going to change into after your shower?"

"Um ... you know, that's a great question! Clearly I hadn't thought of that!"

Jason paused. "I don't know what to tell you, Amy. I don't have an solution for this. Maybe just come out and you can cover up with a towel?"

Amy rolled her eyes. Of course, her towel! That was in the bathroom. She had forgotten about it amidst all the broken glass chaos.

Jason found the towel, and brought it to Amy's bedroom door. "Here, I have your towel. Just put this on until we figure something else out." Amy opened her door a crack, and grabbed the towel.

After a moment, she cried, "oh no!"